Jean's PoV

"Like that's going to happen," Corsair scoffs. He orders the the Starjammers to fire at the fleet and tells us to sit tight.

Scott is pasty. A twinge of frustration appears through the rapport.

It doesn't take much to infuriate him and with so much happening at the moment, it's no surprised that he is acting the way he is. Hell, I'd probably be acting in a similar manner if I were in in shoes.

But right now all I can do is reach up and squeeze his shoulder while the ship shakes uncontrollably.

'Don't stress. There is no way that they are getting you and Alex back' I promise through the rapport. And I mean it truthfully. I will single handedly rip the throat of Vulcan or any of the Imperial guard before I let any of them lay a finger on Scott.

A large ball of energy shoots through the silent space from our ship. It collides with a unseen barrier. As the ship loses its cloaking abilities, Ch'od fires another energy ball in their direction. I look away as a limp, burnt body explodes out of the destroyed ship and drifts across the windshield.

"I repeat. Hand over the prisoners and no one will be hurt." The same voice commands over the comm.

"This may be a bad time to ask, but how the hell do they know English?" Alex asks. His hands are white from squeezing onto the armrests.

"Universal translator." Corsair steers the ship to dodge a laser blast. "Most ships have them. Translates over half a million languages. Makes ordering takeout from the trading posts a breeze."

"Dude, I could go for some Panda Express right about now," Alex sighs. The ship's wing takes a hit, causing us to go spiraling out into the never-ending space until Corsair regains control once more.

Logan groans from his seat across from me. "This tin can is falling apart and you're talking about Chinese takeout?"

"Hey! This girl is a classic, not a tin can." Corsair says rather defensively. A golden lazer collides with us. "aaand there goes the autopilot. Ch'od, hit them with all we got."

"I'm trying, Boss," the impact of the blast that Ch'od fires causes the ship to soar back several hundred yards. It stops with a jerk. This whole thing feels like a really bad carnival ride and I want off. Unfortunately that's not an option.

"Hepzibah, how close are we to a stargate?" Corsair demands.

"Two thousand some klicks," Hepzibah purrs. "But…"

He interupts her, "Okay. Hold onto your butts everyone, we're going into hyper-speed."

With a switch of a lever, the ship speeds up to a max. My head slams into the back of the seat as silver streaks of stars zoom past us.

It did not take long to come upon a purple, swirling portal that looks suspiciously like a black hole of sorts. But it takes longer for the effects of the speed to wear off.

My head, for a lack of a better term, feels scrambled. Like I had just taken multiple blows. The silver streaks were still in my vision, despite the fact that we were standing still.

"Can we not do that again?" Logan asks, his face a bit green.

The crew had more pressing matters then Logan's motion sickness. As we approach the stargate, ships begin to flood out of it. "This is Shi'ar space," Rachel announces, her fingertips to her temples.

"Dammit!" Corsair starts to backtrack, but it's too late. The Empire Shi'ar were already targeting us… Again. "Why didn't you tell me this was Aeries?" he demands.

Hephzibah growls, "I was going to, but you interrupted before I could."

The ship rattles once more and Raza interrupts the feuding couple. "Someone just attached to the docking port."

Corsair stands up, leaving Ch'od to handle the controls. "Not on my watch," he says, talking a gun from his hoister and locking it into place. "Rachel, Cover me!" The girl gets up from her seat and follows him out.

"Should we help him?" Scott asks, turning to watch his dad.

I look at him seriously, "if he needs it, then yes. But as your doctor I am telling you that you are not permitted to help. Okay? We don't need you anymore injured."

He frowns. "I can't just sit here and do nothing if you get in a fight."

"You won't be doing nothing," I reply. "You'll be healing."

There is a shout from the docking port and I stand from my seat. But Corsair emerges from the corridor, a grin plastered onto his face. "Ch'od, prep the ship for boarding. The rebels have come to our rescue."

"No!" Raza says, scowling. "I thought they hated us!"

"They do, but Princess Lilandra has a soft spot in her heart for these guys apparently." Corsair nods his head towards us. "Lucky them."

Hepzibah stands up from her seat and joins Corsair's side. The ship is struck once more. As a thick cloud of smoke starts filling the ship, we all start moving out.

The Rebel's starcruiser is all too familiar. If I'm not mistaken it's the same ship we were on the last time we were with the Rebels. And since that wasn't exactly an enjoyable time, I have an uneasy feeling about this.

Princess Lilandra meets us on the main deck, her dark eyes glimmering. "Charles!" she greets, taking his hand in hers. "What is going on?"

"Vulcan abducted one of my team members," The professor answers. "He was easy enough to get back, however now the entirety of the Imperial Guard is on our backs."

Lilandra knits her elaborate eyebrows. "I see," she says. "It is a good thing that R'Chell contacted me when she did or else you might not be alive now."

"Yes, my deepest gratitude, Lilandra." The Professor nods.

"Miss Grey saved the entire universe from the M'Kraan crystal. This is only use repaying the unpayable debt we owe your team. I will make sure your accominations are ready."

As she walks away, I glance over at the Professor, who is clearly trying to suppress a smile. But Ororo beats me to the question. "When did you and Lilandra get friendly, Professor?"

"We have been connected telepathically for quite some time," he answers. "She was the one who helped me when trying to find a way to get rid of the Phoenix. I guarantee you, it is all professional."

I am not completely convinced that it is "all professional" and by the look Ororo gives me, she isn't either.

A short while later, Lilandra returns. "If you will follow me, I can show everyone to their quarters."


I sit on my bunk, my legs crossed in front of my and my back up against the wall. My quarters are dark, the only light coming from the blue glow from the screen in my hand. I didn't know what I was doing with the tablet-type thing, but it was the only thing in the room that could keep me busy while everyone slept.

I swipe through pages of foreign words, going to fast for the universal translator to render. My mind keeps drifting off, so I can't care less about whatever I was reading.

I have no sense of time, all around the ship is darkness and the only reason I'm sitting in the this dark room is because when the crew switched out, Lilandra told us to rest. Not that I'm getting much rest. We are in a spaceship, being hunted by the Emperor's own army, and Scott has amnesia. I know things could get worse, but right now I don't want to think about that.

I'm tense, so the knock on the door sends me at least six inches in the air. "Hey, Jean?" It's Scott. "You awake?"

I pad across the metallic floor and with a press of a button, the door slides open. He leans against the door frame, clean shaven. his hair is slicked back from being damp "Yeah," I answer. "Are you okay."

At first he doesn't answer, he just looks down at the floor. But then he steps into the room and wraps his arms around me. "Now I am," he whispers against my neck.

I smile as I feel the muscles in my body relax and melt into him. Our lips meet and his hand slips under my waistband and it feels just like it used too. Except he isn't how he used to be.

I pull away. "Are you sure you're up to this?" I ask.

He frowns. "I have amnesia, that doesn't mean I can't get a little rough." He cups his hand over the nape of my neck, "That is unless you don't want to."

"Of course I want to," I murmur.

"Then what's keeping us from it?" He kisses me, the pressure causing my lips to part. I run my fingers through his damp hair.

I fall back on my bunk, he follows suit until we're a tangle of bare limbs and kisses.

He tucks me under him. Brushing a stray hair off of my collarbone, he whispers, "I love you, Jean."

"I love you too," I says, pressing a kiss into his jaw. "So much."

I wake up hours later to a bright light. Squinting against it, I see Ororo standing in the doorway, the light from the corridor flooding in behind her. "Jean," she whispers, clearly trying to not wake Scott. "Vulcan called. He wants to negotiate."

To Be Continued...

Author Notes: Wow, talk about a delay! Not only was school keeping me from writing, but I had a killer case of author's block for the past few weeks. So hopefully Y'all enjoyed this little imprompto fluffy Jott scene... I was planning to have a fight in it's place but I couldn't get in the right mind set. So when in doubt have an OTP scene, right? ;) Anyways, Cheers!